I love to speak with Leonard He’s a sportsman and a shepherd He’s a lazy bastard Living in a suit
But he does say what I tell him Even though it isn’t welcome He just doesn’t have the freedom To refuse
He will speak these words of wisdom Like a sage, a man of vision Though he knows he’s really nothing But the brief elaboration of a tube
Going home Without my sorrow Going home Sometime tomorrow Going home To where it’s better Than before
Going home Without my burden Going home Behind the curtain
Going home Without the costume That I wore
He wants to write a love song An anthem of forgiving A manual for living with defeat
A cry above the suffering A sacrifice recovering But that isn’t what I need him to complete
I want to make him certain That he doesn’t have a burden That he doesn’t need a vision That he only has permission To do my instant bidding Which is to SAY what I have told him To repeat
Going home…
I love to speak with Leonard He’s a sportsman and a shepherd He’s a lazy bastard Living in a suit